The Imagined Future
Scripting it Clear No more thoughts of Death and Living in Fear,
Further up on the road ahead i see myself a Billionaire,
See me There resting on the Demon's Glare,
Guarding all the Children Near that be Feeling Scared,
A rap artist that is Dark like Jason Trancing Nations,
Hosting a Radio Station from the Pharoah's Basement,
Soul Displacement Raising funds for Various Patients,
The chosen hijo for Gory Chores, Punishing evil with No Remorse,
Pathological Hobit converging with Diabolical Prophets constructing Biological Rockets,
Pilot on a Cockpit commanding Rioting Puppets,
Boat captain aiming for the Deadliest Catch,
Super wrestler Caged in a Match Gated an Latch,
Like an egg Awaiting the Hatch Sailing the tides running a Hostel for Homeless,
A rapper thats Throatless Praising the highest preaching Gospel in Churches,
The Maddest of Hostess Locked in a Fortress with
Walls that Are Formless,
Neurosurgeon operating on the Brain and Spine,
Breaking bread with the being Allah in a Sacred Shrine,
Accompaniee by a Fleet of brothers getting Wasted in Wine,
Crazy and Wild, Raising a Child, Stay on the Mild,
Experimenting with multiple clones in Kryostasis Compiled,
An old man Sitting in a place that is Dark and Cold,
An art Museum displays all the Raps he Told,
Wearing a crown decorated with Glyding Orbs,
There is no telling the amount of Damage he Done,
Mentally Realighning Worlds,
Combining words that Eternally Ravage the Globe,
Build a castle then start raising a family Deep in the Mountains,
Drinking sparkling water from the Creeks and the Fountains,
Further on the future we be Writing Fables,
A teacher on a room Stamping Staples on students Work Sheet,
The Soul Weeps adventuring through these Cold Streets,
Unfold Geeks that be thinking they So Discrete,
Battle and defeat them the Whole Week,
Grading the one that is So Deep sold for prices that are So Cheap,
There is no telling what will happen when the Road Stops,
The industry is overwhelmed after we Sold Tracks,
Reaching the finish line after we Run Laps while they So Flop,
Their work didn't make the cut caz it was So Whack,
Further on the road i see myself an Outcast,
Who explodes like a Bomb Blast having all your Bones Cast,
Most of all we be Flowing Together like ninja turtles Exposing the Shredder,
There is no debate you Know that I'm Better when it comes to Composing Rhymes...
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